Big stretch and not much sleep
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I got a couple of palm trees rubbing against my cheek
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And it's a bright blue Saturday
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And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me
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But if I could buy the sky, that's hanging
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over this bed of mine
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If I could climb these vines
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and maybe see what you're seeing
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If you were standing on the corner staring straight
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into the eyes of Jesus Christ
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One porch, one dog, one cockroach only one way to be
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I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
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I don't know if they belong to me
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But if I could buy the sky that's hanging
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over this bed of mine
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And if I could climb these vines
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and maybe see what you're seeing
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Sitting at the edge of this building,
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Twenty stories below, twenty stories below
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Twenty stories below
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I can't tell you, how many ways that I've sat
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and viewed my life today, but I can tell you
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I don't think that I can find an easier way
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So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
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with a three armed man, you know I'll understand
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But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
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You should have been in my shoes yesterday
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(Background of last verse)
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Oh,I can pull the crappy things we did together
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In my day so I posed myself some questions
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Maybe this week's gonna get me into shape
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Hey, I got my head buried 'neath the pillow,
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I got my head beneath my pillow so low
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St Andrew's Hall
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| Blind Melon |
